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Tantalus was making a lot of mistakes tonight - and one of them, certainly, was drawing attention to himself. He learned that very quickly, when an Eternal's shoulder slammed into his chest and he felt his feet come out from under him and the breath rush from his lungs. He ended up on the ground, coughing. At least she had hit higher than the knee he'd taken earlier, though he was starting to worry about his ribs again.

Still, he had a goal in mind, and even if it was foolish to try and fight his way through someone two ranks higher, he had no choice. Not now. ".

So he caught his breath. "I would very strongly recommend getting out of my way," he said, even if the intimidation factor really wasn't there with him trying to get himself off the floor and all.

How many hours passed since they littered the rafters? How many minutes? Seconds? How many breaths passed from his lips unabated by tragedy, by travesty or by scorn? The silence weighed heavily on the weaker minds, weaker breasts among them. For a moment (second? minute? hour?) Bischofite closed his eyes, watching the last imprinted memories fade into the depths of his eyelids before he drew a meditative breath. This atmosphere, this setting... It fostered a true home for the wretched like him. But who else among their kind resonated so heavily to such a place? There were no youma among them.

The ambush and hostage acquisition must've found fruition as WP projected, for the sound of Buddingtonite's arrogant speech and the curious, oppressive power emanating from Alkaid belied their safe arrival. And with them? Not long after, the deep yet curiously parallel energies filtered in, one identified through Leto's rusted accent, and in peering down from precarious perch he recognized Remarque with a near-instant sneer of disgust. So their kind had finally gathered here. Why the pomp and circumstance? With the plethora of sawdust wafting around, Bischofite was more than ready to toss his lighter atop the floor and set the place ablaze. Burn the White Moon, the Knights, the Dark Mirror... Only those with thorough access to teleportation might survive.

But that would be too easy. Too quick. Too clean.

Buddy's voice sounded their cue, a bellow of surprise to initiate the ambush. And surely enough, those readied to the cause would leap without a falter, lighting safely with nothing but their roiling, rancorous hatred toward the Dark Mirror to guide them. Slowly he stood of his own accord, balanced in uncanny calmness on his current rest, tucked under one arm a few stray bags of sawdust to contribute to the swirling fire hazard beneath him.

With a little luck, one of these senshi sported fire magic.

"Turquoise," he called toward the lieutenant without prompt. "If you were serious over claiming my weapons, take zem now." The pair materialized in one hand readily enough, and he laid the weapons upon the rafter not far from his location. Pacing outward, now, he positioned himself far above Remarque.

"Dann schwarzer Regen das Land überschwemmt," he muttered softly, eyes peering down to the first sparks of war. A smile contorted his features. "If only you lent us tar, Wolframite..." Upon tearing the bag open with his teeth, Bischofite allowed its contents to sputter and tumble toward the blonde abomination below.

Tantalus wasn't her target. Not really. No matter what philosophy Gunn might hold near and dear, the only blood Europa thirsted for was Leto's. Everyone else was a distraction - but she'd be happy to ruin his day, so that he couldn't take out one of her allies down the line.

"Or what?" she asked. "What will you do if I don't get out of your way?"

This was a waste of time. She needed to find Wolframite and get to Leto, but she'd knocked him down and she wasn't sure that her conscience would let her just walk away without at least knocking him out, even if she stopped short of killing him.

Which was sort of horrifying, when she thought about how easily she was even considering what would have been unthinkable to her a week ago.

She lashed out with her foot, aiming to knock him back on his back again. Whatever futile goal he was pursuing, she wasn't going to let him reach it.

The blonde senshi rolled her eyes at Buddingtonite's antics, though she didn't even need to look at who gave the battle cry. Honestly, she wondered of Penthesilea had a sane bone in her body.

...Probably not.

Lellouch stood as bodies began to shower down from the rafters. She pulled her wrists from the rope easily. Though instead of discarding it, the senshi held onto it, going as far as to wrap an end of it around her hand. Who knew, perhaps it would come in handy later. She growled when she saw a flash of wild green hair and immediately made herself as scarce as possible. Figures that traitor would be here.. Figures that she'd be fighting against them rather then with them. Oh well.. I didn't matter much. As if Persephone could do much for the Dark Mirrors anyway. Once a traitor, always a traitor.

So instead she crept about till she spotted a familiar mop of sickly, straggly brown hair. Oh.. well, now this would prove fun.. She made her way around to behind the General, before looping the little bit of rope she hand around his neck and jerking him backwards.

An ambush.

He should have known. The last time there had been a big battle, it had been an ambush, and the Negaverse had planned it then, too. Though, they seemed to follow the same procedure: never go into a battle alone.

He looked at the knights and senshi that joined them with disdain; they were fools, and his greatest concern was that they were too far gone to realize how lost they were. But then, any senshi willing to use such underhanded tactics couldn't be trusted, even if they did make the wise choice to join the Dark Mirror Court.

While he had repressed most of his aggressive tendencies in preference for playing diplomat, he was far from perfect. The sight of Dark Mirror Senshi in danger—by people they were supposed to be able to trust—made his lip curl into a sneer.

What with the still arriving members of the Court and the newly descended ambush, the factory was quickly feeling crowded. He could still see the unfortunate Dark Mirror hostages and figured the first course of action was to get to them, ensure their safety, and realistically? Get them out.

It didn't matter if there were three or thirty people in his way; Remarque was content to slide between one person and the next—and would have continued had he not suddenly come into contact with a gritty, dry irritant. His eyes stung and for a moment he felt like he was going to cough

Instinct told him to look up and find the source of this nuisance, though the moment he tilted his head back even slightly he just found himself with more.

Agitation slipped in quickly; he wasn't at all in the mood to be held up by sawdust. He raised a sleeve to wipe at his eyes, careless and indifferent of those before him.

He knew where he wanted to be and didn't care who he ran into getting there.

Die Fluegel der Freiheit

Chickenized

She could barely hold her own in a normal fight, but this? This was madness! Chaos! Officers in masks were falling left and right from the rafters and Canopus felt that she was doing her absolute best to keep a cool head on her shoulders. She told herself not to panic. She told herself to think, think of something that could help her family- and yet all of that was ruined when Wolframite ripped the starseed from a senshi next to her, and she screamed when another officer suddenly dropped down in front of her.

She couldn't get a good look at his face and her violet eyes immediately went to the weapon he carried, knowing full well that she was the one intended for his incoming strike. There was no way she could think to grab the weapon, so she made an effort to try and avoid it, stepping back and giving a terrified scream, not even trying to be brave now. "R-remarque, Avior, help!"




There were few nights that Eternal Sailor Tsui, senshi of Tigers and general butt-kicker of the bad guys, did her hunts on her own, and tonight was no exception. She had taken the patrols with Eternal Ida and Eternal Athene, her fellow founders of the PSSG as of late and thus far they were having what she thought to be a peaceful night in Destiny City.

Somehow, the words 'peaceful night' and 'Destiny City' seemed to immediately clash, as it was ruined when she felt not one, but two strong Mirror presenses, followed by other ones, just as significant as the others. It seemed like the Dark Mirror Court were on the move, and Tsui, ever eager and curious, had done her best to convince Ida and Athene to tag along. They knew she was always eager for a fight, though she swore it was just to see what was going on... maybe they were just having a meeting, or a pow-wow.

What she saw, however? Definitely not a meeting, nor pow-wow. It was an ambush, and Tsui was surprised to find their attackers to be a mixed group. "Athene... Ida... please tell me I'm not imagining things..."

She had her hand on her cell phone, somehow knowing that there'd need as much backup as possible, and her mind immediately went to the Jovians. But what would they do? Would they rush to the help of the Dark Mirror Court?

"I will make your day very miserable," Tantalus growled, rolling out of the way of her foot and pushing himself to his feet. He didn't really want to do her harm - she was Order and misguided and foolish, and also an Eternal Senshi. Her only mistake was not letting him get to Damocles, and for that to be rectified he needed her either off her feet or just generally out of his way.

He held out his hands. "Tease!" He declared, and the bright illusory apple formed. He threw it as hard as he could, past Europa.

She could play fetch, he had bigger problems.



Penthesilea was probably not what would generally be called "cautious." In fact, she was rather the opposite. So even though her previous tanglings with thosese more powerful than her had gone generally south, the redheaded Senshi saw absolutey no reason not to intercept a certain blond Dark Mirror, putting herself physically between him and his goal via a shoulder aimed at his chest.

"Goin' somewhere, mon shou*?"



Natron was not expecting to be attacked from behind, and so the General was definitely not perepared for the noose around his neck. He snapped a booted foot backwards, one hand scrambling to get purchase on the rope and pull it away. "Let me go," he growled, as the other snapped backwards with the grip of his kusarigama, aiming for any tender fleshy bits on his assailant.

Europa had her fair share of experience with senshi magic - especially senshi magic that caused hallucinations. So when she saw the apple and felt the compulsion to chase it, she bit the inside of her cheek and thought, very stubbornly to herself, Don't you dare chase that ******** apple, Europa.

And then, spinning on her heels, she chased the ******** apple.

This was not really miserable, she thought, following the illusory piece of fruit away from Tantalus. It was just obnoxious. But whatever. Maybe she'd catch up with him later. Or something.

Or go kill Leto. Yeah. That sounded like a good plan. Just as soon as she caught this goddamn apple.